This image is taken from a short film called Coven by writer/director Mark Borchardt. It was taken from a gif, which is found here where there is a review of the film.
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The Voices
They crowd in, getting closer and
closer. I am powerless to stop them. I want to scream at them to leave me
alone, to go away, that I am done with them, but I am paralysed with fear.
Their darkness flows round them, like capes billowing in the wind, demanding
that I join them; that I convert to their way of thinking, but I refuse. I will
not be turn to their beliefs.
I
am a good person. I have value. I am not wretched. I do not have to prove myself
or justify my existence. I am not a burden. I do not have to be subservient to
others to give my life meaning. I am enough as I am.
They
kept coming, pushing in, closer and closer, their whispers starting to fill my
head. I push their words back, not allowing their voices in to twist my
thoughts and mind, filling it with ideas that will lead me to become as dark as
them.
I
will not succumb to that darkness, to that fate. I am strong. I can be more
than the demons that surround me. I can resist and hold firm in my inner faith
and believe in my fundamental goodness.
They
are jostling me and taunting me, daring me to be a part of the darkness they
encompass. But I resist. They will not have me.
I
breathe deeply, and they take a step back. I take another breath and they fall
back further. They recede and I feel relief. I don’t fear them anymore. They
can not turn me against myself. Their nasty words hold no power over me. I am
worthy.
I
am a good person. I have value. I am not wretched. I do not have to prove myself
or justify my existence. I am not a burden. I do not have to be subservient to
others to give my life meaning. I am enough as I am.
They
kept coming, pushing in, closer and closer, their whispers starting to fill my
head. I push their words back, not allowing their voices in to twist my
thoughts and mind, filling it with ideas that will lead me to become as dark as
them.
I
will not succumb to that darkness, to that fate. I am strong. I can be more
than the demons that surround me. I can resist and hold firm in my inner faith
and believe in my fundamental goodness.
They
are jostling me and taunting me, daring me to be a part of the darkness they
encompass. But I resist. They will not have me.
I
breathe deeply, and they take a step back. I take another breath and they fall
back further. They recede and I feel relief. I don’t fear them anymore. They
can not turn me against myself. Their nasty words hold no power over me. I am
worthy.
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